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My body goes hot, then cold, then hot again in a flash.
He’s going to kiss me!
I’m shaky with anticipation and completely baffled when he leans down and presses his forehead against mine.
His breathing is as ragged as mine.
And I almost scream.
He was supposed to kiss me!
“What’s wrong?” I blurt.
He growls as his hand cradles my head in his big palm. “Jesus.” He draws in a deep breath. “You just woke up from anesthesia after major surgery. One of us needs to be thinking with a clear head here. And the head I’m thinking with is the last one either of us should trust.”
I twist my fingers into his t-shirt. “I’m going to shoot you when you give me my gun back.”
His mouth pulls tight. “About that…”
I gasp and snap, “Where’s my gun?”
“Not here.”
I close my eyes and count to ten. Twice. “You’re kidding me, right?”
He chuckles darkly. “I wish I was.”
I shove at him. Then curse the pain that shoots through my shoulder. “That was my favorite nine mil.”
Gently, Scotch pries my fingers off of his shirt. “They make more every day. I had one thing on my mind when you were shot. Saving your life, even though you had one thing in mind since we met.”
“What’s that?” I say half grumbling.
“Making me your enemy.”
I just glare at him. He’s right. I wanted nothing more than to go head-to-head with him. I just didn’t know it was head-to-head like this, where all I want is to know how that hard mouth of his will feel against mine.
He picks up his Agile team baseball cap off the table. “I’ll be back. I’m going to order the blood tests. Stay out of trouble while I’m gone.”
I don’t bother looking when he walks out the door because I know my traitorous eyes would do nothing but look at his much too hot ass.
CHAPTER FOUR
I almost kissed her.
Fuck. Me.
What the hell?
Oh, sure, I want to kiss her. Like no other woman I’ve ever wanted. That’s not the point of debate. My timing, on the other hand, is seriously bad. As in deplorable.
It’s the exhaustion. It has to be.
Lie to yourself some more, buddy.
Ack! Suddenly, I feel like punching something. Everything. Including my dick into her sweet little body. But think better of hitting the wall outside her hospital room. A broken hand is the last thing I need right now.
Andre stands up from the stool he’s half perched on across the hallway. “How is she?”